If Avdol and the others had been the ones to survive, how could they ever have ended up like this?
Jean Pierre Polnareff lowered his head and glanced at his ravaged body, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes.
He carried the weight of his companions' lives, yet now he had been reduced to a cripple. That guilt tormented him every waking moment.
He bore the hopes they had entrusted to him. He should have...
But...
Between what had happened to his body and the lingering effects of his battle with Diavolo years ago, even Jean Pierre Polnareff's Mental Power could not keep the occasional bout of self-doubt and other dark emotions at bay.
Yet just as he began sinking into the past, a large silver hand suddenly entered his field of vision.
He looked up blankly to find Don Quixote gazing down at him.
"My Stand user has never been like this. Whether he faced a god who could stop time, a savior of villains, or a devil who could erase time, a born monster, he never once backed down.
"Know that the past cannot be mended, but the future can still be pursued. Why wallow in the past? How could you allow yourself to wallow in it?"
Jean Pierre Polnareff shook his head, sweeping the dejection from his eyes. He understood everything Don Quixote had said.
Iggy and the other two had not given their lives so he could lose himself in doubt...
It was just...
With a bitter chuckle, Jean Pierre Polnareff felt that fate had played an enormous joke on him.
After losing everything, he had gained a Stand powerful enough to turn everything around. But how could he ever get back what he had lost?
Whether it was his sister or the dear friends he